All I wanted to do was try anal sex. Just one time to see what it was like. Hell, I might not even have liked it, but I did want to try it, at least once. But Betty Jo would have none of it, "You are disgusting Tommy. How can you even think about things like that?" was what I got when I brought the subject up and I pretty much figured that she meant not only no, but hell no! Since our sex life was pretty good otherwise I decided, reluctantly, to drop the matter.
One night I was having a beer with my best friend Toby. Toby and I go all the way back to second grade and he and I have no secrets from each other. I was moaning about how Betty Jo wouldn't let me try her 'brown eye' and Toby was doing what buddies are supposed to do when they hear you whine - sipping his beer and nodding his head. When I was through he looked at me for a minute and then said, "You're going about it in the wrong way. You have to make her think it's her idea - make her want to do it."
"How am I supposed to do that?" I asked him.
"What you need to do, " he said, "Is find articles and such about butt fucking and leave them where she can find them. The more of them she reads the more she will think about it, and the more she thinks about it the more curious she will get. Eventually she will want to try it and she will come to you and ask you to do it. It may take a couple of months, but it should work."
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The next day, on my way home from work, I stopped at a book store and on the magazine rack I found a copy of Penthouse Letters that said More Booty Time on the front cover so I bought it and took it home. I read the entire magazine and it gave me a lot to think about, but the section I was interested in was called Booty Time and it was dedicated to letters from readers about anal sex. A quick read of the letters showed that the women who wrote in loved being fucked up the butt. Several admitted reluctance to try it, but in the end (no pun intended) said they were glad they did. Just what I need, I said to myself, and I left the magazine in the den on a table next to the couch where Betty Jo would eventually notice it.
It was three days latter when I noticed that the magazine was not on the table. I smiled to myself - step one accomplished. Two nights later I came into the house from working in the garage and found Betty Jo sitting in the family room, sipping wine and reading the magazine. Wisely, I left her alone and went back out into the garage. That night in bed Betty Jo fucked like a woman possessed and I chalked it up to the letters she'd read making her horny. For the next two months I brought home issues of Variations, Gallery, Penthouse Letters, Penthouse Forum, and every other magazine I could find that had something in it about anal sex. I left them in the den where Betty Jo could find them and when she did I made no comments. Our sex life was incredible after she read them and I kept thinking that the plan was going to work, and probably very soon. Near the end of the second month Betty Jo asked me if the latest issue of Penthouse Letters was out yet. I told her that I wasn't sure, but that I'd check on my way home the next day.
"Maybe we should take out a subscription" she said, "That way we can make sure we don't miss an issue."
The day after I brought home the latest issue Betty Jo asked me" Do you have any fantasies like the ones in these magazines?" I said that I did, but she didn't ask what they were, she just gave me a small smile and said, "I didn't used to think I had any, but after reading all those letters I guess that I do have a few." She didn't elaborate and I kept my mouth shut - things were moving along nicely and I wasn't going to say anything to screw it up.
